I love the sea. I love to travel. I love both! And joining them together in one instance, I would end up finding myself in another adventure in the sea.
I remember the first time I went for an adventure in the sea. That was many years ago. I was 21 years old then. It was my first time to travel away from home alone finally leaving a shielded life that I was so comfortable living with and from which I haven't learned much on how to be on my own. Young and adventurer as I was, traveling alone didn't scare me at all though there were times I felt anxious about some things. But, what dominated me was the desire to use my wings of independence and learn to fly to where my destiny was. I was excited to explore the world outside home equipped only with the courage to fly and soar high.

In my journey at the sea, I have learned things only there I have known...things pertaining to comfort that I used to enjoy back home. I have known the dirty dealings of people that my father warned me of that he knew I would surely have a glimpse of in that experience. You see, I was naive way back then. There was joy that leaped my heart to excitement. Worthy relationships were formed that have ended years after as one precious life was stolen from the world. I have experienced to be tossed around as huge waves push the ship in their every angry rush. And for the very first time, I have known the definition of motion sickness. There were many other memories I have had back then, some were already forgotten and some do not anymore deserve to be mentioned. Their importance is none to be thought of.

Let me rather think about the beautiful profound feeling of well being that I used to have that often led me back to wanting to be in the sea over and over again until now. Being alone in a sea trip is what i love most to do before and even now. I only get the solitude and serenity when I am alone by myself. My time is always used qualitatively leaving me nothing to regret. But, the best thing in this experience isn't about being alone but rather of what i become because of my solitary experience. I am always given the precious opportunity to commune with God. I cannot stop talking to him and listening to what he has to say to me. If I am at a loss at the moment I would usually find myself getting back on track before the journey ends because of the miracle working hands of God that usher me towards the right direction. My every question is answered. Every mistake is corrected and every broken and shattered piece is mended. Even my deep wounds were healed. There in that most cherished moment with God, I often find myself and the answers to my questions and prayers. Whenever I am heavily burdened, I usually go for another trip in the sea in order to unload those that weigh me down and again find myself whole again ready for another battles in the ground.
Now, I miss the wonderful time of sailing the sea for days...alone and with all the time to meditate and value life and its beauty despite its imperfections. One day I will opt to go back home by the sea and enjoy my time with myself and the wonderful display of nature right before me....it;s awesome!...:)

by:softtravel Tourism